Ageling thoughts that once did bloom like swiftlings
on a cleaned faced mind by the morning sun of day
We sang songs of glory in our living room
sailing on through the years that went by like lightening
We savored every mental picture every image,
of a life well spent...
We should all spend our lives as though they were the only going to last another day. For your poem suggests, our time goes by swiftly and if we don't use it, we lose it.
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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